3 Coats

Three coats, two cookbooks, a caulking gun, and a Willoware bowl describes the contents of a pretty typical box unloaded in the last week. Who packed that one?? Most likely one of us, because no Devoted Friend would pack so haphazardly. Only we who were on the verge of Just Not Giving A Damn Anymore would go there.

Since a week ago today we've been wearing our little selves to the bone unpacking. It's been wonderful re-connecting with Precious Things, even discovering things we had no idea had been packed or even kept. Of course, several boxes designated as give-aways in SFo stowed away on the moving truck and are now to be give-aways in SFe. Since arriving here we've had most of a coyote fence built to keep the dogs in their own yard, one backed-up sewer line, divine warm weather with several thunder + lightning rainstorms, a mani-pedi, 2 massages, some tequila, a visit from a sister, dinners, and lots of fun figuring things out. And the USPS managed to forward a piece of mail here addressed not to us but to a neighbor on Magellan Ave. in SFo! Oh, dear. Hardly a good sign.

On the way down SE we listened to Sissy Spacek read To Kill A Mockingbird on CD. Since we didn't finish it on the road, we've been listening in the evenings after dinner and in the mornings with tea. Not a word is extraneous in that book. And now we'll have it as a memory of our first days here, knowing that there are good things and good people in a world that too often seems only full of bad.